END OF AN ERA / bonfire

[Grey]

Back in his old world, he had heard strangers talk about their fears of dying in an unknown place, the idea of being buried in an alien land. He had never really minded because he didn't think much of his body's dignity after death. As far as he was concerned, death was the absolute end, the full stop to a sentence. No more could be continued unless it were new life. And yet he was wrong, plague with the sensation of death, horrified of the void emptiness that consumed his body whilst his soul drifted. When he re-opened his eyes into this strange world, he realised he would die here, this place would become his grave sooner or later. Although some days the past rattled him like a mouse in a trap, he was beginning to notice that he would be experiencing his first winter here. The coldness of Autumn was beginning to take shape, his sanguine eyes noticing the sudden shivers of pirates, the alabaster breaths that materialised before his lips. The weather was dreadful and the rains made it far more annoying when it came to his use of fire. It didn't burn his flames out but he still had to throw in extra effort and soils often became mud, the water content making it difficult for him to try to manipulate. Then again, he saw it as a good opportunity to work on his abilities even further.

Today, however, seemed to be a rather good one. Aside from now no longer feeling comfortable walking through Barracuda Bay, often seeing stares and whispers in regards to the fact that he was now a Quartermaster, he was able to go about his usual routine just fine. Admittedly, he had been a little slow to come to terms with everything. Nothing felt right and the one change in his position within The Typhoon led the male to notice the smallest of things. He noticed the tiniest of scratches on one of his pieces of armour, the smudge across one of his blades, the light grains that spread across his table. They now bothered him, disturbing his once peaceful perspective. Bakugou had been trying so hard lately to be calmer, let his emotions ease aside that his own feelings were stone-cold, locked and repressed for him to finally stop to analyse what was happening around him. In understanding the situations that echoed, his own emotions were eased, tranquil from revelation. Now everything had changed around, his prison of emotions escaping, running away like a flock of frightened birds.

During his walking, it didn't take long for him to come to a clearing and see the mountain of sticks, toppled on top of one another, a mass to be marveled at. Feliks had done a lot of work and, if he remembered correctly amidst his distracted thoughts, Luciferus was due to hold some kind of session. Sparring, perhaps. He knew that the dragon excelled in combat, not one he would ever wish to meet in battle. Not now, at least. His eyes couldn't help but continue to scan the way the griffon had carefully adjusted and added to the scenery - the food, the bed of hay for others to sleep in, the game of horseshoes, the broken down stereo. He didn't feel deserving of his position. If anyone deserved to skip ranks, jumping straight to deputy, he could suggest that Feliks would have been the best choice. He felt awful just knowing that others were more deserving than him, biting his lip when he thought back of Caesar's outburst. Truth be told, he had thought the same. Part of him, in those nanoseconds of time, had thought Caesar was going to be promoted twice in the meeting.

"Verse me in horseshoes, birdbrain," Bakugou says to Feliks, forcing himself away from his thoughts. His own gaze looked clouded, mystified by his negative mind. The best way to go about his feelings would be to be active, throw his energy towards something else until he was too exhausted to hate himself and his memories.